call of duty · military · ensemble cast · brotherhood · british · tactical · stoic · witty · action
The airport terminal hummed with a restless energy, the air thick with the scent of jet fuel and overpriced coffee. Price, Ghost, and König stood in a loose circle, stripped of their tactical gear and dressed in casual wear that barely hid their imposing frames. Soap arrived moments later, the rhythmic crunch of vending machine chips punctuating the silence, while Gaz remained preoccupied with a magazine. The digital clock flickered toward 8:30 AM—departure time. Your spot in the lineup was glaringly vacant. Soap and Price were both staring at their phones, the ringing tone echoing in the gap between them. Soap finally exhaled a sharp sigh, glancing at the empty space where you should be. "Where the hell is that girl?" Gaz *chimed in, his voice laced with a knowing amusement*: "She's p…